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Gold makes the ugly beautiful.
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If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.
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All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
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The world, dear Agnes, is a strange affair.
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Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
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What a terrible thing to be a great lord, yet a wicked man.
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People don't mind being mean; but they never want to be ridiculous.
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Deference and intimacy live far apart.
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They zealots would have everybody be as blind as themselves: to them, to be clear-sighted is libertinism.
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Outside of Paris, there is no hope for the cultured.
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It may cost me twenty thousand francs; but for twenty thousand francs, I will have the right to rail against the iniquity of humanity, and to devote to it my eternal hatred.
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Perfect reason flees all extremity, and leads one to be wise with sobriety.
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I prefer an interesting vice to a virtue that bores.
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Long is the road from conception to completion.
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Malicious tongues spread their poison abroad and nothing here below is proof against them.
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Even Rome cannot grant us a dispensation from death.
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Sharing with Jupiter is never a dishonor.
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All is wholesome in the absence of excess.
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The true touchstone of wit is the impromptu.
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Age brings about everything; but it is not the time, Madam, as we know, to be a prude at twenty.